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I can't handle veins, especially ones that are bleeding. My English teacher mentioned a metaphor about how a "train putted like a sick man's heart" and after she explained it (it wasn't even graphic), I felt dizzy. I once considered whether I had DVT because my leg was aching and I had to curl up on the ground before the room stopped spinning.

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On the subject of fear, can someone give me a tip on not being so freaked out by a picture I saw on a creepy-story site? It's really rattled me, I only saw it for a second but all I remember are the eyes and they terrify me. I kind of want to sleep tonight, and I know what the picture was simply drawn to accompany the story, but I'm still a bit spooked ._. That sort of thing was a problem when I saw the "Smile dog" picture and the "Tails doll" picture.

So this isn't a spammy post, I have a bit of a fear of buzzing insects, due to me putting on a mask when I was two. With a bee inside of it. The sound scares me the most, I think, since I associate that with panicking. I used to flinch at the sight of a picture of a wasp in a book I had. I couldn't watch documentaries on bees. I suppose I'm growing out of my fear a bit; I can walk past bins and bushes with wasps in them without screaming and running, but I definitely won't go near one on purpose.

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Being buried alive, or stuck in any space where I can't freely move my limbs. That movie Buried chills me just because I can imagine the sensation of being unable to move like that and it's...ugh.

Also being suspended up high. I suffer from a severe phobia of heights and vertigo, to the point where I can hardly focus on anything but getting to lower ground. I went to the botanical garden in Atlanta the other day, and their simple bridge through the forest made me pale.

My grandma enjoys watching Days of our Lives and there's this one woman, Vivian, who's passion in life is burying alive those she hates.

Oh, expanding on the insanity one, ever since preschool age I have been terrified of solitary knives. Knives just sitting on the table or kitchen counter. Not because I could accidentally cut myself but because I was scared that I would be possessed by a demon or something and stab myself through the chest....